By special request...
Sorry for forgetting about this thread - I really shouldn't solve any riddles without a new one in petto...
Anyway. This should be fairly easy:
The west wind's breath made flesh I'm not,
On my foot there is no wing;
I rarely gallop, rather trot,
But I'm the namesake of the King.
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Und aus dem Erebos kamen viele seelen herauf der abgeschiedenen toten.- Homer, Odyssey, Canto XI
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